For those who haven't, to follow the story you will need to read chapter 1 first. Enjoy! :-)
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He looked at me intently, for what seemed like an eternity. I fretted about the window- who was looking in right now? I didn't dare look. Instead, I looked up at my ceiling, tracing the patterns with my eyes. Suddenly, the vibrator started, and I jumped. It was focused directly on my clit, aching from last night's teasing- I never usually go without orgasm. It didn't take long before I was panting, I could feel climax approaching.
But then he stopped. I looked at him, clearly distressed, and he chuckled, before flicking the switch on his remote again.
This time, the dildo started slowly moving in and out of my pussy, and I moaned in delight. He started the vibrator up again, but on a low setting.
The two together, as they were both on low settings was enough to drive me crazy but not enough to make me orgasm. After half an hour of this, I was bathed in a coat of my own sweat, and panting crazily. I needed release, if he just turned it up one little bit...
But then everything shut down. I cried out in frustration. What the hell was he doing? He walked over to me, and said 'Look at you, you whore. You're practically begging for release from a machine.' He laughed, and I felt shame wash over me.
He walked over to me and dismantled the dildo machine, and unstrapped the vibrator. He unhooked me from the table and smiled.
"Sit up, whore."
I sat up, and looked at him, rubbing my sore wrists. I'd been thrashing about a little bit, so they were feeling quite tender.
"I'm going to leave now" he said. "And I can't always see you everyday. So, here are your rules. I assume you remember the rules I set yesterday?"
"Yes. No masturbating without permission, no wearing anything below my knee. No underwear. No looking at other men, and always follow your orders."
He grinned. "Good girl! But there are a few more. I would like you to insert a pair of panties into your pussy on a daily basis, and keep them there for the rest of the day. I would also like you to masturbate three times daily, but do not allow yourself to orgasm. Also, I have taken pictures of all of your clothes, so I will be choosing what you are to wear everyday. If you disobey me, there will be hell to pay, and believe me, I'll know."
He stopped, and looked up at me. "I knew you were special, when I first saw you. I knew you were secretly into this kind of thing. " He said those words with such tender emotion, I leant forward to kiss him, but he stepped away and laughed.
"Whore. I'll text you. For now, get dressed again, and tidy up your office." He turned round and left. I remained on my desk until I heard my front door slam. Then I sat up slowly, and looked at the window. Nobody was staring up at my house, thank God. I got up, cleaned my juices off the desk, and set about putting the room back to normal. After I was done, I realised I still had no clothes on. I really was a whore! I rushed downstairs and found my discarded skirt and shirt, and put them back on. By then, it was 6pm and I realised I was ravenous, so went to cook myself some pasta.
Halfway through cooking, my phone beeped with a text.
"What r u doing, slut?"
Charming. I told him I was cooking dinner, and resumed stirring my pasta sauce.
"Call me when ur done eating."
A little while later, my dinner was ready, and I sat down to eat. I ate quickly, half because I was starving, and half because I was desperate to talk to him. I put the dishes in the washer, and dialled his number.
"Hi, slut." He answered on the first ring.
"Hello Sir"
"Go get a pair of panties."
